Forbidden Fruit (poetry)

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Title: Forbidden Fruit

Author: player of Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav

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Come, my child; come walk down this path,
You with innocent eyes that know not wrath.
Come, my child; come take this here route,
I will guide you gently to the forbidden fruit.

Step this way, my sweet and innocent little thing.
Here I will guide you by where the larks come to sing.
I will not betray you; your trust for me is well placed.
On this path, where the fruit’s vines bloomed and graced.

A splinter here, a fracture there, a little rough toss-
On rocks, where our paths have suddenly come to cross.
Of the vines, a fruit I pluck and lift up for you to see.
A taste, my sweet, of Oleani’s Treat, of what you and I will be.

Your lips are red with passions bloom,
Your eyes are bright, spared of the gloom.
From sorrows edge, I now break your fall,
In arms built solely for your heart’s call.

Come, my child; come walk down this path,
You with innocent eyes that know not wrath.
Come, my child; come take this here route,
I will guide you gently to the forbidden fruit.

Take my hand, my sweet innocent child.
Let me pull you back from the edge, the wild.
Come walk with me, over shell-crushed shores,
Sing with me, ease your soul and hard-earned sores.

A glass of wine, a feathery-touch so light-
Raise your eyes to my wonders and my sight.
The fruit to your lips, down slender throat slips,
Where heart's desire can have a loosened grip.

Come travel with me, your soul I wish to put at ease,
With words so soft they will bring you to your knees.
Walk by my side as we travel to the fruit of the vine.
Promises? I make none but offer a touch of the divine.

We will walk slowly, I will not taunt if you do not tease,
My touch will be lighter than the ocean-kissed breeze.
Come, my child, our paths so easily blend and weave.
I am in no hurry and I will not hurt you or deceive.

Down this vine-covered path, I ask you to tread.
Wrapped in my arms, let me free you of dread.
Here where we pass, the fruit is within our touch,
If you travel with me, I will teach you - oh - so much.

So, come my child, come walk down this path.
You with innocent eyes that know not wrath.
Come, my child; come take this here route,
I will guide you gently to the forbidden fruit.